Yesterday

I start this blog because the humans at my house are up to something. No matter how much I sit around listening in on their conversations I just can't get in on the secret. They toss around the word "pregnant" a lot, but how is a hound supposed to know what that means? There is also talk about "61 days" and "puppies". The most I can make of it is that we are adding to the pack. Perhaps they've picked us out a new puppy or two that will be here in two months. I love puppies. I sure hope that is what's up.

But I can't shake the feeling that the change has something to do with what happened to me yesterday. My human took me to see Rush, my bloodhound pal. We had been seeing a lot of him lately, and my hasn't he grown handsome since we were pups! I had looked forward to playing with him again but my human picked the worst time ever to go visit! Doesn't she know that us female bloodhounds have hormonal times just like she does? Poor human... she has seasons every month, during which she hates to go anywhere, see anyone, or do anything! And yet she picks one my two annual seasons to take me to see my friend. How embarrassing!

Each time I visited Rush we met up at the vet's office. We had fun playing in the waiting room but he sure acted funny around me. I guess a gorgeous bloodhound girl like myself can make a guy nervous. The first two visits, the vet took some blood from me, told my human that something was "too early" and told us to come back. But the last two times I saw Rush, things were really weird. The vet told my human to face me into a corner and have me stand still, which I didn't mind. I just wish I knew what they did to Rush! It didn't sound like he was standing still at all. I kept straining my head around to look over my shoulder out of curiosity but my human would just scold me and so I would stare at the wall again. Then they took Rush out and, after a bit, it was my turn. This must be what they did to Rush. The vet lifted my back legs onto the human's bench and made me stand with my rear end up in the air while he checked out my girly bits to to make sure I was okay. What a lazy dumb doctor! Doesn't he know that this bleeding is a normal part of my season? And why in the world wouldn't he just get down on his knees to have a look like any other normal vet? He had me stand like that until I got a headache.

Humans are WEIRD! Now that my season is coming to an end and I am feeling more like myself  I feel that our visits with Rush are over too. This blog will keep me busy over the next two months so I don't die out of curiosity wondering what the big secret is that the humans are keeping. One day down, 60 to go!